Night Came Walking Through Egypt Swishing Her

When I Pitched Headforemost Into The World I Landed In The Crib Of Negroism.

Someone Is Always At My Elbow Reminding Me That I Am The Grand-daughter Of Slaves. It Fails To Register Depression With Me. Slaver Y Is Sixty Years In The Past. The Operation Was Successful And The Patient Is Doing Well, Thank You. The Terrible Struggle That Made Me An American Out Of A Potential Slave Said "on The Line!" The Reconstruction Said "go!" I Am Off To A Flying Start And I Must Not Halt In The Stretch To Look Behind And Weep.

He Looked Like The Love Thoughts Of Women.

I Do Not Weep At The World I Am Too Busy Sharpening My Oyster Knife.

Lack Of Power And Opportunity Passes Off Too Often For Virtue.